‘Tired?’ Meko asked, frowning down perplexedly at the dried come stainig the front of her camisole. ‘Or drunk?’ ‘MmmmHmm, little bit of both, I think, mostly tired. You?’ ‘Drunk, mostly. Well, a little bit. Not tired.’ She sat on the edge of Polly’s bed. ‘Mind?’ ‘Nope.’ Meko swung her legs up, fitting herself against the curve of Polly’s back. She could smell the smoke in Polly’s hair. When she was sure that Polly had fallen asleep, Meko unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans cautiously and masturbated quietly with small precise movements, holding her body away from Polly’s. After she’d come, Meko wiped her fingers carefully on Polly’s T-shirt, her hand falling somehow naturally, un-willed, to the sleeping girl’s hip. Her fingers crept under the shirt, crept - softly, softly - across tummy and ribcage to cup - softly, softly- a breast. Meko fell asleep curled against Polly’s warm back, with the fingers of one hand spread weightlessly over the curve of the sleeping girl’s breast and the thumb of her other hand in her mouth. ‘It’s fucking cold!’ Meko said, ‘and if you’re not going to, at least, wiggle your toes or something, so I can get off, I’m getting back into bed.’ Polly flexed her arch gently against Meko’s hairless mons and, when she found her ankle gripped tightly, shrieked while Meko pressed hard against her foot. ‘I’m ticklish! Please stop it. Meko! Get in bed and stop it.’ ‘Sure.’ Meko shrugged off her robe, leaving it in a heap on the floor and slipped, all naked, into the narrow bed. She wriggled and twisted, rearranging her body alongside Polly’s. She pulled the duvet up under her armpits, then pushed it down a little way, thumped it, sighed… and lay still. After a long, embarrassed moment, they kissed… and stopped, drawing apart a little way, then kissed once more. Meko’s hand slipped between the pillow and the back of Polly’s neck; her right fell lightly on Polly’s left shoulder and, after an instant, began a slow, purposeful creep from its starting place, across the fragile curve of the collarbone and onward, between the breasts. When their lips parted last, Meko’s little hand, palm downwards, had halted low down on Polly’s tummy. ‘Does Chuck know you kiss girls?’ ‘I’ve never…’ ‘Until now.’ ‘No.’ ‘Well, I won’t tell him if you don’t.’ ‘K. What about Simon?’ ‘Simon?’ ‘Last night… that was Simn, right?’ ‘Why would Simon know? My boyfriend knows, tho’. Definitely. Simon spunked on my shirt… and a little bit on my belly, I guess.’ ‘How come?’ ‘cos he’s a boy!’ ‘No, how come, I mean, how come your “boyfriend” ‘- and she sketches the quotation marks in the air in front of her face - ‘knows you kiss girls?’ ‘Oh, well, maybe I’ll tell you when I know you a little better.’ ‘I’ve known you since we were twelve, Meko.’ ‘But I’m going to make you come now.’ ‘Fuck! I never knew you had a boyfriend.’ ‘Yeah, fuck…’ Meko like an eel, squirming under the duvet, muffled. ‘Now you do. I’m going to pull your knickers down, ‘k? Anyway, you’ve met him.’ ‘I have? Fucking hell, I thought he was your uncle.’ Minutes later, longer, Meko, red faced, grinning and wet from her chin to her nose looks up from between Polly’s legs. ‘He sort of is, but more like a cousin.’ At first, Polly’d been more curious than aroused… at first. ‘You didn’t come. Didn’t you like it?’ ‘I loved it. Anyway, I did.’ ‘Really? Hey, we missed breakfast. You’re very quiet, then.’ ‘… ? …’ When you come. ‘Couldn’t you tell? I came, like, three times. Meko…’ ‘… ? …’ ‘I guess, I mean, I don’t know if I’ll be any good at it. Do you want me to?’ ‘Please, Polly, yes!’ ‘Tell me something, while I do it.’ ‘Have you ever been fucked in the arse?’ Meko can feel hair brushing the supersensitive skin of her inner thighs, first one side, then the other, as Polly shakes her head. It tickles. Meko begins, in a sing-song, faraway, almost dreamy voice: "Past all embarrassment; too caught up in pure sensation to care, with my backside in the air and my face buried in a soft pillow that stank of cum and piss; we discovered, to my shock and his delight that when I’m truly,truly aroused (and at that point, totally relaxed and exhausted), my pussy knows no shame and I squirt when I cum! When I masturbate, I usually cum once, twice at most, before I roll over and fall asleep like a labourer after a hard day’s work, but he's relentless and I cum and cum again, until I imagine that another orgasm might unhinge me; undo me altogether, and then I cum again, with feeling, and it's the world that rolls over and I just keep on cumming! So, embarrassment wasn’t really in it, and I was past caring that I was stinking and sweaty and filthy all over, past caring that he could probably taste what I had for dinner when his tongue slipped between my arse cheeks, heading for my bum hole, and I reached behind me and grabbed a hold of my skinny bottom - I’ve got small hands and there’s enough of each cheek to make a slippery handful - and with a strange sound that was mostly a chuckle, I parted myself, like separating the segments of a ripe satsuma and pushed my rear against his face, feeling his tongue-tip squeeze into my puckered anus… ‘It’s a pretty little puckered anus, Miko, said Polly, can I put a finger in?’ ...While he fingered my cunt. I was certain I was ready for it - and god knows I was wet enough back there, with spit and cum; so wet his fingers, going in and out, made obscene noises. I’d been telling him for twenty minutes, an hour - I don’t know, time was all gooey - that I was ready for it, begging for it, demanding it… but when the head of his cock went up my ass, just the tip, just two inches, it hurt much worse than losing my virginity and I tensed and gritted my teeth and panted. Push it in… push it in hard. I know it’ll be good.